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º 84. Woman
Characters; Adam & Ave.
Fandom; Sweet Reverie © Chipyun & French Vanilla.
Notes; Dedicated to my meimei, who I miss dearly. ; O ;

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When she finally comes out of hiding, Adam’s breath catches in his throat, soft and breaking in the darkness of silence. She had barred him from their room, forbidden him with wide, begging eyes and quivering lips, threatened him with dislike and unhappiness in her voice. He had stopped arguing after that and meekly retired to the living room downstairs. Their father chuckled at his sulking posture, but now he too sits stunned, wondering who had bought that dress for her.

Adam wonders, instead, when Ave had become a woman.

Her legs are slender in the off ivory dress, the gentle slope of her shoulders bared, arms undecorated. She’s washed her hair, so it gleams darkly, smoother and softer than usual. The lace at the graceful neckline lays delicately against her skin, catching the light when she moves toward him. His mouth is oddly dry, so he swallows his breathlessness with the words caught on his tongue. Her steps are hesitant, girlish, but her shy smile and sleek waist beckon sweetly in a way that is anything, but girlish.

He wonders when things started changing and decides it was when they first started remembering. When the wisteria tree first began whispering. When he first realized those shadowy thoughts in his heart were more than just shadows, but memories.

Everything had changed then.

But now, everything is falling away when Ave reaches uncertainly, an offer in her warm eyes and small hand.

He reaches for her, the girl, the woman, the goddess he fell in love with.

« from girl to woman, you were my goddess first »

º 3O. Underneath
Characters; Blithe & Charade.
Fandom; Uncle Tea's cute characters.
Notes; Uncle Tea commission. * A *

No format or coding yet because I am lazy. Will revamp tomorrow? XD

They haven't seen each other in ages, but she recognizes her little sister immediately. It takes a few moments before they speak, both a bit shy and strange and new, but so very familiar their hearts sing. This is home, this is family, their hearts whisper.

Reservations for their favorite restaurant were booked months in advance and their parents are so busy giving the Spanish Inquisition a run for their money that they miss the grins their two daughters share. Dinner is a simple affair, filled with mostly sweets because her little sister has always loved sweets and she has always loved spoiling her (though prodigious dental care has always followed).

Maybe they haven't shared a bunk bed since sixth grade or taken turns at the swings and fought tooth and nail for the remote, but they're still sisters and even being in the same room is enough for that long held bond to click into place.

When she leaves for her apartment in the city, they exchange well wishes and promise to have dinner again more often.